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stiffened further.
    “Want me to move? I’m pretty comfortable right now.”
    Oh, she just bet he was. She forced herself to breathe deeply, to push back the panic threatening, building in her mind. This was Rowdy. From the time she was thirteen years old she had been teasing him, brushing against him, doing anything, everything to get a reaction from him. He had never hurt her. Hell, he had ignored her for years. Until four years ago she hadn’t even had a clue that he was aware of her as more than just a pesky little stepsister.
    He hadn’t taken her, hadn’t touched her, he had always treated her with a warmth and a caring and kept her at arms’ length.
    He wouldn’t hurt her now.
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    NAUTI BUOY
    “You’re thinking it to death,” he murmured as he rubbed his chin against her hair. “Scared?”
    “Of your baseball bat?” She fought for humor rather than hysteria. “I don’t know, Rowdy, I hear you’re pretty fond of it. Lots of practice and all.”
    She felt his hand move, his fingers running over hers, sending tingling spirals of heat to build beneath them.
    “You’re a little minx,” he growled at her ear, a velvet-soft sound that rippled through her senses. “That wasn’t very nice.”
    A grin tugged at her lips at his chastising tone. She relaxed against him, feeling her body conform to his, settling against hard muscle and aroused heat.
    “I’m not nice, remember?” Her eyes closed as he chuckled at her back. The vibration was at once comforting and arousing.
    It was an old argument going back years before. It usually occurred whenever she told him what lousy taste he had in women, and pointed out their faults in vivid detail.
    “I do remember.” His lips smoothed over the top of her head, the caress sending trailing fingers of pleasure to wash through her body. The slightest caress, no matter how subtle, had the power to make her tremble. “You have a mean wit sometimes, Kelly.”
    She gave an amused snort at that. “I just didn’t care to tell you the truth, Rowdy.”
    His girlfriends weren’t exactly the kind of woman he brought home to dinner. As a matter of fact, he had never brought a woman home to dinner. Kelly would never have been able to tolerate that. She wondered if he had known that.
    “Do you remember when you were seventeen, and you bought that scrap of material you called a bathing suit?” he mused softly.
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    Lora Leigh
    She remembered the bathing suit, bought specifically in the hope of teasing him past the control she always hated so much.
    “I didn’t think you noticed.” She turned her head, staring up at him, close.
    His eyes were darker, tiny pinpoints of emerald glittered in the sea-green iris, mesmerizing her, filling her vision. And his lips. Her eyes darted to his lips, so close. And she knew how they felt rubbing against her own, firm and warm, stoking fires inside her she hadn’t imagined existed.
    “I noticed,” he whispered, his voice rougher now. “All summer. I think my cock still has the imprint of my zipper in it.”
    His hand stroked up her arm, his palm creating a heated friction that had her nerves prickling with awareness. She could still feel his erection like heated iron resting against the crevice of her rear, but his lips drew her.
    “Are you going to kiss me again, Rowdy? Anytime soon?”
    “Maybe.” The seductive croon had a shiver racing through her.
    “When?” Now would be a good time.
    “When do you want me to?” His hand slid from her arm to her stomach and rested there.
    She felt his fingers, long, broad, resting against her, with only the fabric of the shirt between them. And it was moving, slowly easing above her hips, passing her abdomen until his hand rested on the bare flesh of her midriff.
    “Now.” God, if he didn’t kiss her she was going to die from the need of it. “It’s been four years since you kissed me, Rowdy. Let me taste you again.”
    “My little Lolita.” His lips lowered, brushed against